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Entered according to the act of Congress, in the year 1852, by J. B. 

KELLER, in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of Pennsylvania. 


PHILADELPHIA : J. B. KELLER 



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POOR eOCK ROBIN. 3 



Who kill’d Cock Robin? 

I said the Sparrow, 
With my bow and arrow 
I kilt’d Cock Robin. 


This is the Sparrow 
With his bow and arrow 






Who saw him diet 
I said the Fly, 
With my little eye 
I saw him die. 







POOR COCK ROBIN. 5 



Who caught his blood t 
I said the Fish, 

With my little dish 
I caught his blood. 

This is the Fish 
With his little dish. 




Who’ll make his shroud? 
I said the Beetle, 


With my thread and needle 
I’ll make his shroud. 

This is the Beetle 
With his thread and needle. 



Who’ll dig his grave? 

I said the Owl, 

With my spade and trowel 
I’ll dig his grave. 

This is the Owl 

With his Spade and trowel. 




Who’ll bear the palll 
We, said the Wren, 

Both the coek and the hen. 
We’ll bear the pall. 

The pretty Wrens so small 
That bore coek robin’s pall. 



Who’ll carry him to the grave 
I said the Kite, 

If it’s not in the night 
I’ll carry him to the grave. 


Behold the Kite 
Taking his flight. 


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POOR COCK ROBIN. 



Who’ll be the Parsont 
I said the Rook, 
With my little book 
I’ll be the parson. 

This is the Rook 
With his little book. 


POOR COCK ROBIN. 


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Who’ll be the Clerk? 

I said the Lark, 

If it’s not in the dark 
I’ll be the Clerk. 

Behold how the Lark 
Says amen like a clerk. 



Who’ll he chief mourner? 

I said the Dove, 

Because I mourn’d for my love 
I’ll be chief mourner. 

This is the Dove 

That mourn’d for her love. 




By its mournful ding dong, 
The tragical end 

Of poor Robin’s song. 


14 POOR COCK ROBIN, 



All the birds in the air 
Fell to sighing and sobbing, 
When they heard the bell toll 
For poor Cock Robin; 

While the cruel Gocsk Sparrow 
The cause of their grief, 
Was hung on a gibbet 
Next day like a thief. 


POOR COCK ROBIN. 15 


All you that would have 
Your dear parents to love, 
Should ne’er dishonor them 
With such deeds as above ; 
For fear that your life 
May as fearfully end 
As the naughty cock Sparrow’s 
Who near killed Jenny Wren 
By shooting Cock Robin 
With that fatal dart 
From his bow — went the arrow 
Right straight thro’ his heart. 
By this take a lesson, 

That all may approve — 

Let all your actions be 
Deeds that we may love. 
’Tis better to do right 
Than harm any one — 

Let all enjoy life. 

Even a poor little worm. 



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